Has It Really Been Three Months...

My little baby is three months old.

That went by fast. At least she smiles at me now so I know she actually likes me.

How long until her and her monster siblings move out  ;  )

Discombobulated...

I haven't posted in awhile due to laziness and the fact that I feel like my brain is all discombobulated.

Things are getting better though. Here is a recap of my wonderful life:

-The baby has been taking a couple of naps during the day in her swing and a couple more naps in my awesome Beco baby carrier. This has allowed me to actually be able to eat my lunch before three o'clock and to clean the house a bit. She is smiling now and doing that silly baby babbling which makes me feel like she thinks I'm an awesome mom. I am still sleeping with her every night on the couch because I don't want my husband to turn into a zombie from lack of sleep, because she doesn't want to sleep alone at night and because I'm lazy and it makes breastfeeding so much easier. I am planning on transitioning her to at least sleeping in her swing at night I just don't know when because I have a feeling she won't like it.

-I decided to treat myself and buy a steam mop, so that has been my new cleaning obsession. Every day I vacuum and then steam mop the kitchen, laundry room, hallway and bathroom- I suppose my life is that boring that a steam mopped floor is a basis of excitement for me.

-My husband got a promotion at work. He turned in his work van and got a car so now on Saturdays I can drive myself to work instead of dragging the whole family out of bed to drive me. He will also be making more money which means that we can bump up our emergency fund to at least a few thousand dollars and then pay off or debt fairly quickly (that is, if my husband doesn't go buy something dumb and expensive).

-My son has no interest in learning the alphabet or writing his name so I am on a mission to help him do these things in a fun way. I have a meeting with his teacher next week to discuss his preparedness for Kindergarten which seems so silly because back when I was a kid you were prepared for Kindergarten by just hitting a certain age. Why is it that our educational system is so awful these days but way back in the day before you were expected to know how to write a novel to enter Kindergarten it was much better? I have many theories on this but I will keep them to myself for now...

-My 2 1/2 year old daughter is the biggest diva I've ever met and I am trying to break her of it. I try to ignore her whining and screaming which she does right away when she wants something instead of asking nicely. Then if that does not work she goes to her bedroom where she throws everyhing off of her bed during her tantrum. When she calms down I talk to her about why she was put in her room and then I make her pick up all of the crap she threw everywhere- sometimes this results in another tantrum but if I threaten to leave her in her room again she ususally stops crying and picks up her mess.

This is my recent life in a nutshell. How very exciting...

Reality Squashes Dreams

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I know that one of goals was to start exercising but once I came back to the reality that is my life I realized that at this time it would be near impossible.

For the small amount of time that my almost two month old daughter sleeps during the day I have to accomplish such necessities as taking a shower, taking care of my other two kids and keeping the house from turning into a complete shit-pit. The baby is just so enamored with me that she loves me to hold her all of the time, which I usually do with the aid of the baby carrier. I don't mind spending every waking moment with her because I know that the day will come that she will want nothing to do with me- she is my last little snuggly baby and I want to snuggle her as much as possible.

So my dreams of six pack abs, like many of my other dreams, will need to be put on hold for a bit. I'll just have to lose the rest of the baby weight through diet and the extra calories burned from breastfeeding. But once my snuggly little baby becomes a little more independent, watch out post-baby jelly belly!

Love...

When I'm having a bad day or am stressed out, something that always makes me feel better and puts me at peace is looking down at my baby daughter sleeping in my arms.